You’d think I lived in a trailer court

Yesterday I had the WORST DAY EVER. Oh man, it was awful.

1. It was finally the day of my court date. You know, the one that I decided to take instead of paying $300 or whatever for driving with a suspended license that I didn’t even know was suspended last March? Yeah, well the whole ordeal had me stressed out to the point in which I was looking to pick a fight with anybody or anything that crossed my path. And who crossed my path? Dave did first, of course!  I put on the dress that I’d been planning on wearing, looked in the mirror and realized that it made my boobs look great but wasn’t sure if great boobs were appropriate for court so I asked him and when he said, "It looks more like a cocktail party dress than a court dress" I lost it.

   I tried on four different outfits (saying, "shitshitshitshitgoddamnitshit" in the background every time something didn’t look perfect) before settling on the one that I wore to the wedding on Saturday, and was then pissed that I was wearing dirty clothes. I bit his head off again before storming out the door.
    

2. I got to court 15 minutes early, took one look at the list hanging on the wall (the list tells you which room you’re supposed to be in), and couldn’t find my name. Cue the OMGIMGOINGTOBELAAAAATE horror. I stood in line to speak to one of three women sectioned off behind what looked like bullet proof glass. The line was only four people deep still took me 20 minutes to get through. When I finally got to the woman behind the desk I gave her the sheet of paper that the hearing officer gave me a few months ago indicating when and where I was to be for court.
   "What is your name, again?"
   "Riely. Here’s my ID."
   She types some stuff into her computer. "Well, it says here that your court date was moved to this coming Thursday, August 20th at 2:30. I’m sorry for the inconvenience, didn’t you get the form in the mail?"
   "Um, no. I didn’t get any form."
   "Huh, well it says here that it was returned to us. At any rate, here’s a new form. We’ll see you on Thursday!"
   I smiled, and walked out the door.

   WHAT THE FUCK. WHY would it get returned? I have a mailbox and I get my mail every day, my only thought is that they sent it to the wrong address. Whatever.

   So, I left. I took a look at my phone and realized that my place of work called. I called back.
    

3. "Hey Riely, it’s Jen!"
   "What’s up, Jen?"
   "We were making the schedule for November and December and had you down to work both the Friday, Saturday, and Sunday (26th, 27th, 28th) after Thanksgiving and the Saturday and Sunday (26th and 27th) after Christmas. I found somebody to work for you those days after Christmas, but need the okay from you to put you down for that Friday after Thanksgiving."
   "I already have plans, Jen. And Friday isn’t in my availability here, I work weekends. I can be here during the weekend- I planned on being here during the weekend- but I can’t work that Friday."
   "Well if you don’t work that Friday then you’re going to have to work the days after Christmas AND Thanksgiving Weekend. And you may also be scheduled January 2nd and 3rd."
   "Um… okay. That’s the weekend after NYE, not a holiday."
   "The agreement that I had with my boss is that you would cover that Friday."

   Okay WHY would you have an agreement with the boss before even contacting me? I only work weekends here! That’s the agreement! What the fuck? Isn’t it bad enough that you guys make the schedule four fucking months in advance? I ALREADY HAVE PLANS! It’s clear that you also have plans, as does EVERYBODY else that works here- which is why I’m being scheduled on a Friday. Why don’t we just close the office the day after Thanksgiving? Nobody is going to come and look at apartments anyway! 

   No, I didn’t say that, but that’s what I wanted to say. I just told her that I’d let her know. But seriously! They are only scheduling me on a Friday because everybody else wants it off. I’m not stupid. Jen and Hailey (both managers) are who are supposed to be there on Friday. They work Monday through Friday every. single. week. Us weekend staff work weekends. Plus, I work EVERY HOLIDAY.  I worked Thanksgiving weekend last year, the weekend after Christmas, the weekend after New Years, Easter, Mothers Day, Fathers Day, will be working Labor Day, and now Thanksgiving again. I had to FIGHT to get my Birthday off because Chad asked for my birthday weekend off six months in advance this year (SERIOUSLY!). It’s just absurd!
    

4. My mom called. My mom asked if I could call my school because my enrollment certification had yet to reach the desk of our insurance company and I am going to be dropped from our insurance unless the enrollment certification gets there before August 20th.

   This isn’t my mom’s fault. I shouldn’t have gotten mad at her, but of course I did. And afterward I felt really bad. I still feel bad even after apologizing.

   I called the school, left a message, and have yet to hear back from anybody.
    

5. My cat’s head tumor is coming back. As some of you may remember, a couple of years ago he had surgery to remove a tumor growing between his eyes. The veterinarian said that the particular type of cancer that it was often killed dogs in a couple of weeks but for some reason killed cats much, much slower. He basically said, "Your cat will eventually die from this, but he could still have a couple of years before that happens." Last month I noticed a lump on his side (indicating that the cancer has spread) and now the new lump on his head. He’s fifteen years old and I don’t know that it would be fair to him to put him through treatments and surgery again, especially because the cancer has spread. He is happy and comfortable right now, and if this is going to be his last year then I went it to be the best that it can be. I don’t want him sick from treatments and laid up from surgery.

Today will be better.